In Innocence

Disclaimer: I don't own, nor am I affiliated with the makers of Yuu Yuu Hakusho. Also as I couldn't find Kurama, human Step-fathers name on any Yuu Yuu Hakusho sites I have borrowed shiorifoxiesmom's one Kazuya. The language I'll be using as Ancient Makic is borrowed from Christeen Feehan's Carpathian series, or I'll write it in English like this blah blah.

SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!

Chapter Ten

-Burning Sun-

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Odd Man Out POV

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Recap: Not noticing the group that found their way deep into the cave, and upon him until one of them reached out and touched him. Shrieking he jerked away his large eyes taking up most of his elvish face, dilated pupils franticly trying to see those touching him, "Hiei, Hiei its me, its us! Kurama!" a distant voice called desperately and instinctively recognising the safety the other presented he leaned over sniffing the red head that knelt beside him.

Safe.

Home.

Darkness over took him, and he allowed it to take away all his pain as he was scooped up into the others arms, another set, just as hauntingly familiar wrapping around them, cradling him between to strong chests. "Thank you…"

Scents floated around him in the warm darkness that hugged him in a sense of safety and home, the thick, almost muggy scent of forest and fox, of roses and furr and the scent of vanilla and something almost like lightning, the smell of an on coming storm. Allowing himself to float in the black he wondered why he felt so safe, so comfortable, at peace, even as something brushed against his skin, the futon he was laying of dipping slightly, as another body lay down upon it.

Turning into the heat of this other person, feeling the flutter of fingers against his cheek, all so gentle caused him to bask in this episode of painlessness that he knew wouldn't last. Pain always waited around the corner. Agony called out to him, just waiting for his fall. Pressing into the soft touch he listened as a voice rumbled out of the chest he lay against, "Hiei, little one, wake up," a voice he knew whispered to him even as another voice, brash and rough, asked, "Why is it taking him so long Kurama? Its been days!"

"…I don't know Yusuke, maybe he's just worn out, he looks like he hasn't eaten in a month, though that can't be because he was only missing three, four days," the rumble of his pillow came and he gave a groggy mumble, close to "Wasn't on this plane," but more of a series of muffled sounds that didn't truly resemble words.

"Hiei? Hiei love, wake up," his pillow called and green eyes watched with anticipation and amusement as the impish face of the fire koorime turned to a sleepy pout. Slowly eyelids fluttered open revealing almond crimson eyes, "…Hn, what?" Hiei grumbled choosing to ignore the smirk uptilting the mortal foxes plump lips and the snicker of good willed amusement that fell from the detective half-breed.

"Afternoon love," Kurama murmured and Hiei's heart gave a disjointed stutter at the endearment, "What do you remember? Are you hungry?" he asked and Hiei thought slowly for a moment, his mind slow, feeling like it was wrapped in fairy floss or those weird cotton wads that Kurama used to attack the 'pimples' Yusuke and Kuwabara always seemed to have. "Hungry," he nodded, knowing the hollow feeling in his stomach was bad to continue having. He was also parched, his throat feeling dry, his tongue swollen, "Yusuke, bring some of last nights soup, warm….and a class of water," Kurama ordered.

Hiei knew when the teen left, felt it, as the fox brushed his already out of the way hair back, running long fingers through the thick locks, soothing him. Moaning softly Hiei tilted his head back, into the gentle petting, unable to stop himself; it felt too good to stop either those wicked fingers or the vocalisation of his pleasure. "I'm so glade you're back my friend. It didn't feel right without you," Kurama whispered pulling the petite demon closer, both glade and slightly upset that he was back to his 'normal' height, but also happy that the man wasn't protesting, in fact he was enjoying, participating in his more physical affections. "Kurama…fox…I…" Hiei tried then sighed and curled into his friend, allowing himself the indulgence of the others pampering.

When Yusuke returned, a steaming bowl in one hand and a chilled glass in the other, Hiei tried to sit up, tried to hold himself upright but felt both top heavy and too shaky, his limbs trembling at the sudden exhaustion and he fell back, unable to hold himself up. Eye downcast he allowed Kurama to prop him up against the others chest, allowed the other to take the sloshing bowl from his quacking hands, feeling more pathetic, more useless and burdensome then he had in his smaller, childs form, even with his childs instincts.

As if feeling it, the sudden plummet in his emotions, Kurama murmured, "Let us take care of you, my friend, its alright to rely on those who love you," and even as his heart raced at the prospect. The very idea of being loved, though he was weak, a liability, in spite of the fact that he was forbidden, he opened his mouth, fang like canines flashing ominously, he allowed the other to feed him some of the simmering broth.

Nuzzling the side of Hiei's head as he feed the man, he met Yusuke's brown gaze, and smiled, both knew it wasn't the end of their troubles. Bother knew that those after their precious fire-baby would return. But right then, as the burning sun set, casting a bloodied shadow over the city, and he felt the heat, the presence and the comforting drum of Hiei's heart, beating a rhythm faster than his own. As he feed the man in his arms and stared into the soft brown eyes of the mortal turned half-breed detective who was curled at the other end of the futon the three of them shared. At that moment life was good and they were safe and together and that to Kurama, was all that mattered.

END

Sorry its short. Lacking time at the moment due to SACs and on coming end of year exams. Will be free to write at will, for the most part, at the end of November. Check out the squeal, Following Guilt!